Color My World
Yesterday at Sam’s, I finally decided that − hey, it’s Christmastime, so what the hell and why not? If I want a coloring book that I don’t have time to color, by damned, I’ll get myself one. I’m so glad I did.
Stories of this life gone astray
One year Challenge to lose weight and become a successful writer!
Yesterday at Sam’s, I finally decided that − hey, it’s Christmastime, so what the hell and why not? If I want a coloring book that I don’t have time to color, by damned, I’ll get myself one. I’m so glad I did.
A woman asked me this past week what God wants me to do with my life. I didn’t hesitate with my answer, “To entertain, of course. If He didn’t, He wouldn’t keep providing me with so much fodder to write about!”
Then I chickened out because I don’t like conflict and this feels very conflicty-ish, and then I realized that just because I don’t like conflict doesn’t mean I can’t handle conflict or that I have to back away from conflict.
I’ve been working my ass off these last few weeks.
Now I’m calling this our stupid diet. Our stupid, lying diet.
He needs me to be successful in the old-fashioned sense of: I’m actually making money, damned good money, enough-to-pay-the-bills-and-then-some-kind-of-money.
My friend told me, “Blog about one thing, but don’t write about random stuff. Whatever goes in has to fit the criteria of your blog. You can’t be all things to all people.”